Текст песни Company Flow - Bad Touch Example
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Since you`re my special friend, come closer for a special treat(Uh)I`m going to let you touch me in a special place(But I don`t want to touch you there)It is never ok to touch someone else`s private partsYour mom and dad will tell you soVerse One: Bigg JusYo` eyes get, blind like Tupac gettin shot in the lobbyMost MC`s styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobbyI pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zonesMy cameos on promos seem strange like someone`s not homeBigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream fieldWith styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shieldsExpose more moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenementGot more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigmentIt`s the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like LucianoHardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert pianoSo dust off the candelabra, hip hop`s version of the super Don Dada with the license to give more ass whippings than FatherYou couldn`t see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like telepathy Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy cremeUnder the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek Through brain facilities with the science of microchemistryThis history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissectedBitch recollect don`t even half step or try to test it blackBigg Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice pack In fact I`m all that, El-P yo bring the horns back(Yes)Right through the center of your focus picture a long silver needle(You are correct sir)Piercing the outer lens of your eyesight[El-P]And once again In one verse we have provenThat we can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers(89.9)Peace to Stretch and Bobbito(Bob-bi-to!)Verse Two: El-PYe olde lyrics of fireSurface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors fractureNegative thirty below wind chill factorThe counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless flinchingMy supersonics leave you mute like Maggie SimpsonTaxidermist El-P I defy translationInstigate and set in crates(?) throughout your whole situationPractice exposing perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trashMy shit is strange X-file number 2-6-7 whiplashTriple felon emcee minus the melaninWhen I bomb it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the well againSunshines or rain acid, El-P the battle masterLactose breaking down your fucking fractals till you`re flaccidI`m leaving Las Vegas like a hundred flying ElvisesRaid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross their pelvisesRat nerve like David grill smoke bitchCatch my frozen frame suspendedYou couldn`t even fuck with my idle fidgetMy birthright I`m pulling swords from stones high tone beamPhonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream, fetusThe raw daddy tactics prove Krush Groove unstoppableTesting luck it`s like sucking on lead pink popsiclesThe enigma, no one can fuck with me yet but I`m not signed(You wanna battle?)It`s better to look in the(mirror)Say Candyman five timesCandyman (whispered 5x)Just a promoUnderstand(Candyman)To be the man you gots to beat the man(It`s so clear now)Me and Bigg Jus(The beautiful light)Company Flow clan(I can touch it)Mr. Len, `sup?89.9Hit me with that shit some timeBigg Jus, Lune TNSThe almighty El-PThe imperial DJ Mr. LenCompany Flow swinging it to you live for `95